The Lost Plum…

I have a date on Friday, which has all good and bad attached to that statement. I feel like I haven’t been on a date in a while, but then again I also feel like I haven’t eaten all day (as I stick my spoon in my pudding cup)

This boy who I meet randomly calls me last night.  Now, I don’t usually pick up when I don’t know the number, but it said Private Number, and I have a few friends with those so I take my chances sometimes.

“Hello”

“Hi, this is ‘Market-Boy’.  We meet last week at Whole Foods…you picked up my grapefruit.”

And there it was. It smacked me in the face. After all the good fun I had dropping fruit, and making fun of the idea of it.

This boy.

This boy dropped his fruit, and I liked it.

I fell for it, and I, me, this one here, me, I didn’t even see it coming!

There I was in Whole Foods, buying my fruit when this grapefruit landed/ rolled towards me.  I bent down pick it up and then boom there was this attractive nice guy. We chatted, I don’t even remember about what, and somewhere in that time he asked for my phone number…well actually he asked for my phone number when I later ran into him in the yogurt section.

Grapefruits and yogurt?…This boy might actually be to grownup for me. I usually fall for the sugar cereal guys. (just saying)

I wonder if he has tried the dropping fruit trick before to pick up the ladies.  Who would ever do a ridiculous thing like that!  Seriously, gosh….

So I have an actual date with a fruit-dropper.  I wonder if I should introduce him to the joys of bowling!?

(reason #___why I’m single: I’ve been spending all my time dropping the fruit and not picking it up!)